Page 12 of These Little Heirs
I blinked. That was not the plan. That wasn’t --- We hadn’t really talked about how we’d present it to Clarence if we were ever caught. Had Sunny been planning this all along?
“So, you can’t keep Morvan locked up. Seriously, you can’t. It’s bad publicity.”
“They trespassed and ---”
“Were the factories using those fields? Did they need them or was it just extra space?” Sunny cut him off before he could get started again.
“No but---”
“So? What? Did he embarrass the guards? Morvan is fast. He’s always been a fast little shit, huh? What? Are we going to punish physical prowess now? That’s not a good look. You want fast and strong dragons. That’s why we’re going to feed them for free. Hell, you can even say it was Teal’s group that talked you into it. If you don’t want the headache of having to set it up, make Teal do it as a punishment.”
“Teal might be busy soon,” Medwin said.
“Doing what?” I turned toward where he leaned against the wall.
“Stuff. You’ll see. Important stuff,” Medwin shrugged.
My heart skipped a beat. Did he know what else Morvan and I did?
“Your pheromone blocker spray is starting to wear off, Teal,” Indigo patted my shoulder. “Grandpa is trying to be nice and not say you’re in a rut aloud. I’m not as nice.”
I laughed because what the hell? At this point the world had already turned upside down and I was going to have to figure out how to distribute food and stuff without money involved and ensuring fairness.
“No, you don’t,” Indigo shook his head. “Not alone at least. Remember my food management degree and all that. If not me, our carrier would jump on the chance to help set this up.”
“We’ll get started on it while you three are busy, though,” Medwin said.
“I’m not going to be in a rut forever,” I chuckled.
“Are you sure you don’t have anything else going on? Like something extremely private that we can celebrate with a feast later?” Medwin asked and I blinked.
“What are you talking about, Grandpa?” I asked, crossing the room to stand next to him while Sunny finished smoothing things out with Clarence.
“Nothing. Have you met Ciro yet?” Medwin asked me.
“Yes,” I nodded. “Shit! Did one of them tell you?”
“Tell me that you met your mate? How long did you think you could keep it from us?” Medwin grinned and pulled me into a hug.
“Grandpa, I think you’ve gotten your wires crossed,” I blinked, hugging him back. “We almost hooked up before I got the call about Morvan, but we didn’t respond.”
“What?” Medwin pulled away, looking up at me.
“You know I’m going to meet my true-mate in a lift while delivering a baby and all that,” I laughed.
“Things change when old men get more insight and meddle,” he said carefully.
“He’s not my mate. We’d have known by--- Fucking sugar cookie!” I swore.
“Watch your mouth!” Medwin batted my arm. “I don’t know what that’s a code word for but do NOT call me a sugar cookie or a fucking anything!”
“Not you, Grandpa,” I said, rubbing my arm. “He smells like a sugar cookie.”
“Oh,” Medwin said and then frowned.
“Who told you what?” I asked.
Indigo joined us and I told him over our triplet link to go home to his family. It was useless. He wasn’t going to leave me on my own until Morvan was free and he was sure Clarence wasn’t going to change his mind and rip my wings off or some such nonsense.
